'Was this Cesare, his good?"
He is an arrogant person who has never been or thought of being someone's puppet.
She knew that he would be repulsed by the use of chess words to promote a dramatic situation.
It's not that she didn't expect this reaction.
'Still, I didn't expect to cut it off so without hesitation.'
Me, us.
"..."
Medea felt sad somehow.
Perhaps, she vaguely believed that he would understand.
She was looking forward to it without fail.
He was always the one who seemed to read her Insides, no matter what it was, this time too.
"...You said you only needed to be by my side."
The spacious bedroom left alone, aimless self-talk leaked.
The voice behind the door was so low that it could not be heard.
"You don't have to love me."
"Dea. I'm just here. By your side."
"Because I want to give it back to you..."
That's why she did what she did best.
Instead of being able to give affection, she thinks she can give him a crown.
Then she doesn't think she has to feel sorry for his heart that she can't give back.
By the way, if you desdaze me like this...
What should I do now?
Medea clenched her fists.
She noticed that her eyes were getting hot without realizing it, and she let out a laugh.
"When did I become so weak?"
What is she disappointed about?
"You were the one who gave me something I didn't even want."
Medea wiped away her tears.
She raised her chin and glared at the tightly closed door again.
The tidal wave, which had been swaying with its green eyes, was swallowed up by the horse and forced to calm down.
It was when she fell asleep after glaring at the door that didn't open like a sleave.
"Alas!"
Medea grabbed the sheet and opened her eyes.
She had an ominous dream in which a golden tower filled with flames collapsed on top of the casserole.
The air was cold, and the sky outside the window was still dark.
"Hehehe!"
It was then.
Medea approached the window as if enchanted by the cry of a horse echoing from somewhere.
Torches were lit all over the temple.
Then she saw Gallo filling the palace, mercenaries on the Facade, and the 1st Prince's army in black armor
"...I took care of it?..."
"Now... Until then."
The interrupted sounds of words leaked into the window where Medea was.
The horses were loaded with weapons and guns. It seemed that he was ready to leave somewhere.
"...Caesar."
When she found the black horse at the front, Medea hurriedly put on her robe and ran down to the guard.
"Caesar!"
Among the knights, Cesare looked up.
He leaped off his dark horse and walked toward Medea, and then made an impression.
"I told you not to wake me up, but who..."
"Are you leaving?"
Medea cut him off and asked without hesitation.
"Where?"
Cesare paused for a moment.
However, he replied obediently, as if he had read the haggard look on her face.
"...The Golden Tower, the home of the warlocks. They keep moving, so we have to move before the coordinates change, so we have to leave now."
Golden Tower.
In an instant, Medea shrugged her shoulders.
It was because she remembered an ominous dream she had had a while ago.
"Where? Where is the Golden Tower?"
"..."
This time, he didn't answer. Medea knew why.
"Are you afraid that I'll come out again?"
"I'll be back as soon as I hit the main camp. It won't take long."
He was trying to reassure Medea, but he made it clear that he would not let her accompany him on this matter.
From behind, she heard Terrence urging him to say that the transfer team was complete.
Cesare looked down at Medea for a moment.
His gaze passed over her cheeks and lips, which had turned pale in the night air, as if caressing her.
"...I'm sorry for being my way, Dea."
With a short apology, he leaned down to kiss her cheek, but then stopped and stepped back.
As if he realized that even that kiss was forcing his heart on its own.
Instead, he draped his clothes over Meden's shoulders and left.
With a purple mark that said that mana was being activated, all those in the harbor disappeared without a trace.
Medea grabbed his sleeve over her shoulder.
She had to apologize and say I'm sorry, too.
She had to hold on to him and admit that she wanted it too.
Or at least.
"I'll say goodbye."
A belated regret hovered around the boat like a belated light.
***
The northern border of Katzen.
"Boss, didn't you tell Her Highness about the warlock in advance?"
Gallo, who got out of the warp, stumbled and asked.
"There is no way Her Highness would not have accompanied you even though you knew it, but I thought it was strange."
When Terence tried to speak, he shut up when he found Cesare stuck a dagger stuck between his fingers.
"This is too dangerous. I know what will happen and bring Dea here."
Cesare looked up at the snow-capped mountains in the darkness.
When the sadness he felt about the Crown Prince, independence, and Medea and her dreams of a future were mixed, he felt confused.
The blueprint of Chesare, which had never been disturbed, was now being shaken by the existence of Medea.
The news of the warlocks that came at that time cleared his thoughts.
"The most Important thing is Dea's safety."
Medea hasn't changed, and he won't try to change her either.
Apart from feeling a little sad about not coming back.
'Katzen or anywhere, I just need to eliminate all the dangers.'
So that she would no longer throw herself away.
"These guys... Where are you hiding?"
Gallo looked beyond the mountain range with a telescope.
With the amount of mana prepared, they could only move their group to the border of Katzen.
"From here, there is a gin that sounds an alarm when you use magic.
Terrence cleared the trap with a sharp rapier.
"It's a very old and ancient thing. The location was hidden layer by layer. Where did you hide the entrance to this mountain range..."
He swallowed his sigh.
Seeing the dense and steep mountains, it was difficult to find the golden tower.
It was still unknown whether he would be able to find the darkness that had been growing in strength on the continent beyond the ice wall.
***
Katzen Imperial Palace, the tower where the Western Empress is imprisoned.
"You bastards...!"
The Empress Dowager burst into anger.
In front of her were napkins with grain-like letters written on them.
Under the pretext of giving his daughter food, his father, the Count of Montfort, delivered the news.
On the napkin was written how her son, Juan, was chased by a mutant demon in a hunting tournament and why he was hated by his father, Perdiccas II.
"These demonic things have made me look like this, and now they are targeting my son!"
Western Empress trembled.
But now she is trapped in the tower alone. It was difficult to plan something, so she just couldn't move around.
When she heard that Juan, who had been to the abyss for a few days, had fallen ill right away, her heart was about to be torn apart.
"Oh, how surprised that little boy must have been..."
When she thought of the culprit behind their hat like this, her teeth were gnashed.
Even the ears planted in the Emperor's palace tell her that Perdiccas II tried to hand over the Crown Prince's throne to Cesare, but he was refused.
"Oh! How so! Why do you want it all to go back to him?"
She squeezed her head with rising anger.
Anger surged up at the First Prince. Cesare, who put her and her son in the mud and climbed the stairs one by one.
"I should have killed him, but I should have moved earlier..."
It was then.
Jerk. Jerk.
A half-squeaky shoe stood in front of her, muttering with bloody eyes.
"Why are you here..."
"The common enemy makes the opponent unite."
Looking up, Western Empress frowned when she found the owner of the shoe.
"I secretly found out that he took his subordinates out of Katzen the other night."
A smooth voice echoed through the empty prison.
"Your Majesty, the Western Empress. If I tell you that I have a plan to get rid of the First Prince, will you cooperate?"
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